Fall

In daylights neverending
Speaking sometimes of love
Every successive moment taught me
Those things we knew nothing of

Like the silhouettes upon my wall
Dreaming beyond where I awaken
The only path we had
Was the one that's never taken

In words there is no sense left
There are songs that won't leave my head
I don't believe them anymore
Things aren't true just because they're said

Finding out a different way
New definitions for hastily placed rhymes
Try, let's see if we can make it
To that place we left all those times ago


This is what happens when I write while listening to music... I looked back at what I wrote and went "oh, really?" ... and I have half a feeling it isn't done.

Vanish Inside

Slipping and skidding
  In a choking rain
 As I stepped out into the dizziness
  Of flinging caution away
 And the world was about to dissolve
 In churning colors and thickening beats
 I heard something I recognized
  A song projected upon your voice
   So many times over
  Now again it clears the sky
   Now again my breath returns
The clouds have edges now

Making Perfect Nonsense

 In a time that shouldn't have been
    There was a reality that wasn't
      An unsymmetrical reflection
        And it all passed by
         But didn't
       Because it was never there to begin with
    And when it came again
  (But didn't, because it couldn't because it was never there back when it shouldn't have been even if it was, which it wasn't)
   I greeted it again.

Snippets of ZipCee™

“Do you think people will see us?” Cee wondered softly.

“I think if they look closely,” Zip replied.

More than 360,000 kilometers below, a young astronomer at Mauna Kea Observatory drew back sharply from the eye of his telescope and blinked. Girls? On the moon? Those alien world video games must be getting to him. He peered cautiously around the side of the telescope to double-check where it was pointed. Nope, it was directed smack at the moon as it should be. Drawing a deep breath, he looked into the eyepiece again. Nothing but craters and shadows. Very slowly he leaned back and gazed up at the softly glowing full moon above him. A quiet, still slightly puzzled smile spread across his face. Instinctively, his fingers started drumming out a beat on the arm of his chair.

Zip and Cee Go to the Moon

One night when the leaves were crinkly and the slate clouds reflected the reddish glow of a sleepless city, Zip and Cee decided to go to the moon.  Zip had never been to the moon, but Cee had gone almost halfway once and knew a bit about the process.

“We have to walk around backwards first to erase our footprints so the moonbeams don’t get dusty. It wouldn’t be nice manners,” Cee said solemnly.

                “But how will we find our way home without footprints?” Zip looked slightly worried.

                “We’ll leave them in the most important places,” Cee said. She handed Zip a small potted rose with a single furled bud. “I have one too. We’ll meet back here when they begin to blossom.”

                The girls started slowly walking away from each other backward, picking up speed as they grew more confident.

                “It’s easier to go fast if you stay on your tiptoes!” Zip called to Cee who was disappearing into the dark, determinedly matching her foot to each footprint.

A little while later, Zip thought she heard a shout and far-off “ooph” but ignored them as she was busy trying to figure out how to leave a footprint on top of a rock. She finally gathered some nearby moss and arranged it to look like a sole and five toes. Satisfied, she straightened up and saw that her rose was almost open. She climbed down and made her way back to the small clearing, well-lit now by the rising moon.

This place where I find lostness
 Where too much and not enough coincide

    Let me not fall
  
    Let me not lose sight

    Let me not lose what I must hold tightly

      There is a further world from here
     Their reality is not mine
        It will not will be
         I will not let it
  
  I cast away the lostness

Rock

Once hinted at magic

     Now overcast memories

   Words run together against the beating 

      Of heads, of hearts, of palms on walls

  Sought to read the sameness imagined

 Breaking against stubborn unmatterings

Let’s fly to a warmer part of sky

 Forget the cities we dreamed of

  Forget the pathways we marked

 See the clouds as mountains

  We could climb them, I think

Perhaps

 If voices grew wings

ZIP

There’s enough of this world

Of who I am not

Cannot be

Hide behind twice-folded truth

Turn around, about face

Repeat until you believe

Let the sun lamps blind you

Burn you

Warm you with the pain

'Til it trickles down your arms

Like so many storms of rain

And finds itself another mould

Until then

Until then it turns the pages black

The mirror can’t turn back

Have you broken your walls?

They bear your nailprints

Until it not matters

Come back to the remembrance

There’s more to see than this

Waking Haunts

I dreamt we were running

I dreamt you were there

But when I awoke

My fingers felt air

I saw walls of blue

A small wooden chair

She left to keep searching

All minds were made bare

In no small confusion

A face as though dreaming

Knelt somehow beside it

No trace of a meaning

Touched once, tracing tears

On your cheek though repressed

By windows of gray

I kissed emptiness